Capo 2.
G: 320003
Cadd9: 030013
C: 032013
F#m: 244222
Dadd9: 200233
Am7: 002213
Em: 022000
Eb: 054035
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White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste.
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men.
And they say she's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream.
Been this way since eighteen, but lately
Her face seems slowly sinking, wasting,
Crumbling like pastries and they scream
The worst things in life come free to us.
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
And go mad for a couple of grams,
And she don't want to go outside tonight.
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
Or sells love to another man.
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly.
Ripped gloves, raincoat,
Tried to swim and stay afloat,
Dry house, wet clothes.
Loose change, bank notes,
Weary eyed, dry throat,
Call girl, no phone.
And they say she's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream.
Been this way since eighteen, but lately
Her face seems slowly sinking, wasting,
Crumbling like pastries and they scream
The worst things in life come free to us.
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
And go mad for a couple of grams,
And she don't want to go outside tonight.
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
Or sells love to another man.
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly.
An angel will die, covered in white
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
This time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line.
And they say she's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream.
Been this way since eighteen, but lately
Her face seems slowly sinking, wasting,
Crumbling like pastries and they scream
The worst things in life come free to us.
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
And go mad for a couple of grams,
And she don't want to go outside tonight.
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
Or sells love to another man.
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly.
Angels to fly
To fly, fly.
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die.